I was a sprinter in high school, good enough to place in state competition. We got a new track coach, he was also a history teacher. He was military retired and told me that in the military they had figured out how to get more speed and strength out of athletes. After practice he told me to come to his place. He had a massage table and asked me to lay on it, he was going to give me a massage and loosen me up.

He massaged my shoulders and neck, my back and lower back, he grabbed my glutes and really massaged them, open my legs a little, because those muscles hardly ever got paid attention to. His hands were between my legs, massaging the inside of my thighs, he had me turn over and he put his hands far down into my shorts, all around my penis which was now hard, he acted like it was normal, he worked my groin, getting his hands down into my perineum, barely touching my anus, my erection was at full mast and he massaged me between my legs, my erection rubbing against his arms, when I shot my load he said 'oh my goodness, you are a big boy aren't you'. He took a towel and cleaned up the mess, gently cleaning my penis. he asked me turn back over and he used his thumbs to work the area around my anus.

Oh he sucked me, and I sucked him, and he fucked me, and he showed me that taking it up the ass was the thing to do. I went to his apartment and I posed for him naked and he did pencil drawings, he would suck me and get me half hard and go back to drawing, he was good at what he did. He really liked to focus on erections. At one point I tried to count how many times he had fucked me, but I quit trying. He liked to fuck me and I liked it. He introduced me to his friends and most of them had boyfriends who were in college or high school. We were the 'girls', all bottoms at the time, and they were all tops.

The gay community was a secret community, doctors, lawyers, teachers, preachers, and cock suckers like me. We were the boyfriends, we got jobs at the country club as caddies, we got internships at law firms, we got 'scholarships' to go to college. If you had a daddy who liked you, you had it made.

Good things do come to an end, and it was hard to accept, but these men liked young men, college kids or high school kids and we grew up and had to chart our own course. In my fifties now I see the appeal to a nice clean cut high school boy, but today isn't like yesterday, we have to keep our hands off. But a college kid, who needs financial help for college, who wants to work at the country club as a waiter or a caddie or as a groundskeeper, and if he is nice, he can always get a job.

What goes around comes around. I have several of the pencil drawings my 'coach' did of me, and if the young man that is with me is special, I share them with him, so he can see what I was like when I was seventeen. I take pictures, I am not good at drawing, but I love to take pictures of a young man in a full erection, I know just how to massage his groin, how to suck on him to get him erect, how to please his anus with a good bit of lubricant and two thumbs. All tricks taught to me by my coach. I have a fine collection of boys at full mast. I love to scroll through them, remembering them, identifying them.